9:15ish, open
Erik was feeling good. He'd had a full day's work, met some interesting people and finally had a chance to write some. When he saw Mary's ad on the journals, he couldn't help but come. A free drink was a free drink. He wore black jeans and a blood red short sleeved button down shirt. He had on a pair of Doc Martens that were old and scuffed but the most comfortable shoes.
He walked into Sing the Rage at about 9:15. He spotted Mary at once and sidled up to the bar. "Whatcha got for me?" He gave her a crooked smile and leaned against the bar, crossing one ankle over the other.